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Four thousand four hundred and sixteenth chapter crazy magic repair

"There is also a small door below the bronze door. You should be able to pass this level smoothly as long as you pass the blockage of this crazy demon cultivator! However, you must be careful, this demon cultivator is not simple!" Zhuo Wen reminded.

Li Shuo nodded, glanced at Zhuo Wen, and said, "Mr. Zhuo, how about you come first or me?"

"You go first!" Zhuo Wen said.

If Li Shuo is in danger when dealing with this demonic cultivator, he might be able to help.

Li Shuo scratched his head and said sheepishly: "Then it's better to be respectful than to obey!"

After saying that, Li Shuo came to the bronze door with a serious face, and the aura in his body continued to rise rapidly under his control.

When his breath was mobilized to the extreme, he sacrificed his own universe, and then began to spread his body skills and quickly rushed towards the small door under the bronze door.

He did not intend to confront the demon cultivator head-on, so he focused all his energy on his body skills, hoping to rush through the bronze gate as soon as possible.

roar!

The crimson in the eyes of the crazy demon cultivator became more and more fierce. He opened his mouth wide, revealing sharp and cold teeth, and thick saliva continued to flow along the tips of his teeth.

Whoosh!

Mo Xiu's legs suddenly exerted force, and the whole person disappeared quickly like a black shadow, appearing in front of Li Shuo as if teleporting.

Originally, Li Shuo was not far from the bronze door. He thought he could successfully avoid the demon cultivator and enter the small door directly. However, he did not expect that the demon cultivator blocked him in an instant.

But Li Shuo reacted quickly. He twisted his waist, and his whole body was like a flexible spring, changing several directions in mid-air. At the same time, he clenched his right hand into a fist, borrowing the catastrophic power of fire and thunder in the world of heaven and earth.

The fist hit the back of the demon cultivator's head.

The demon cultivator did not dodge, and stretched out his right hand, ignoring the thunder and fire disaster on the surface of Li Shuo's fist, and pinched it with one palm.

Li Shuo snorted coldly, swept his right leg, and quickly kicked the demon cultivator's lower body.

The demon cultivator was extremely flexible. His legs suddenly retracted and then kicked like a rabbit, landing on Li Shuo's right leg.

Li Shuo's right leg shook, his whole body became unstable, and he almost fell to the ground, but Mo Xiu pinched Li Shuo's right fist and shook it hard.

Lishuo was thrown to the ground in embarrassment, and there was a terrifying vibration throughout the ground.

Li Shuo groaned and spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with shock and anger.

roar!

The scarlet color in Mo Xiu's eyes became even more fierce. He roared, grabbed Li Shuo's right hand, and began to swing it around on the ground like crazy.

Poor Lishuo was thrown around on the ground like a toy by the demon cultivators. He was so knocked out that he felt like his stomach was about to be vomited out.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, a strange red light filled his eyes, and billowing demonic energy spurted out from the acupoints all over his body.

He took a step forward, and countless demonic energy swept behind him like a wave.

At this moment, the demon cultivator had grabbed Li Shuo's wrist, raised it high again, and wanted to slam him to the ground.

Zhuo Wen appeared in time, his right palm was like lightning, and he quickly slapped the demon cultivator on the wrist more than ten times.

The demon cultivator groaned, his wrist couldn't help but soften, and then he let go of Li Shuo's hand.

Li Shuo fell to the ground in a state of disgrace, coughing up blood continuously, his eyes full of horror.

"You go first, leave this place to me!"

Zhuo Wen quickly said something to Li Shuo behind him, and then fought crazily with Mo Xiu.

Suddenly, the bronze door was filled with billowing demonic energy, and a dark and strange atmosphere spread.

Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of solemnity. This demonic cultivator was trapped in his limbs by special chains, and his strength was greatly weakened, but he was still so strong.

Zhuo Wen didn't want to tangle with the demon cultivator anymore, so after repelling it with all his strength, he quickly rushed towards the small door.

But the demon cultivator was so crazy that he continued to pester Zhuo Wen almost desperately, using a life-for-life style of play, and Zhuo Wen was pestered again.

"Xiao Hei!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were cold, and he looked into the void with his right hand, and the Taiyou Holy Sword appeared in his palm.

However, as soon as the Taiyou Holy Sword appeared in Zhuo Wen's hand, Xiao Hei emerged from the hilt of the sword, holding an extraordinary design in its little claws.

"Boy, where did you get this design? It's really amazing. The design here is really the pinnacle. It far surpasses the top casters in hundreds of areas outside the world! What kind of genius is this?

Mr. Long is even more of a genius."

Xiao Hei's eyes shone brightly, as if he had seen the pervert of a peerless beauty. He stared at the design in his hand and kept shouting in Zhuo Wen's ears.

Zhuo Wen took a breath. He resisted the urge to slap Xiao Hei to death. Now is the time of battle. What kind of design are you discussing with me?

"We'll talk about this later, fight first!"

After Zhuo Wen finished speaking in a deep voice, he tightened his right hand, and the Taiyou Holy Sword in his hand burst out with a blazing dark light, sweeping away at an extremely fast speed and pointing directly at the center of Mo Xiu's eyebrows.

What surprised Zhuo Wen was that the demon cultivator quickly retreated, covered his head with both hands, and roared in pain.

His body was shaking, covering his head, huddled in the corner, not daring to look at Zhuo Wen.

"Just like this, you summoned me to fight? Isn't this just killing a chicken with a knife?" Xiao Hei glanced disdainfully at the trembling demon cultivator curled up in the corner and curled his lips.

Zhuo Wen narrowed his eyes. He had never thought that this demonic cultivator suddenly appeared in such a strange behavior.

He glanced at the design drawing in Xiao Hei's hand, thought about it, grabbed the design drawing, and walked towards the magic cultivator.

As Zhuo Wen walked in, the demon cultivator suddenly screamed in fear and began to struggle back desperately.

However, his limbs were bound by special chains, and his movements were completely restricted, allowing him to move only in a small area.

After the demon cultivator retreated to the limit, his scarlet eyes showed fear, and he knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Zhuo Wen repeatedly, and sobbed: "Lord... Lord... spare... me..."

The demon cultivator kept kowtowing, his scalp was bruised, and blood flowed all over the floor, but he didn't know it.

Zhuo Wen silently looked at the deeply stimulated demon cultivator and vaguely understood.

It seems that the demon cultivator is afraid of the remaining aura of Zhenxiu Star God on the design drawing.

The reason why the demon cultivators met such a miserable end and lost their freedom was because of the Star God Zhenxu.

It can be said that the Zhenxiu Star God is the biggest enemy of the demon cultivator, but now he is so scared just by feeling the Zhenxiu Star God. This shows that the Zhenxiu Star God is so terrifying that the demon cultivator has no idea of ​​revenge at all.

Zhuo Wen glanced at the demon cultivator huddled in the corner. He did not take action again, but held the design of the Zhensu Divine Chariot and went straight through the small door.

On the other hand, Xiao Hei sat down on the hilt of the sword, looking at this scene with a confused face.

Didn't you say you summoned me to help fight? Why is nothing happening?

"Xiao Hei, why are you still standing there? Why don't you follow me? Don't you want to know the origin of this design?"

Zhuo Wen walked to the small door, turned his head slightly, looked at Xiao Hei, and shrugged.

"Of course I want to know! Tell me carefully!"

Xiao Hei hurriedly followed up with the Taiyou Holy Sword. He was talking about it, and he couldn't forget the origin of the design.


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